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Throughout my early twenties, I was a real nincompoop about saving money. Every dollar that met me was skulled, snorted, dumped into the SF rental market or just generally cast into a roaring tire-fire of twentysomething recklessness. (Well, except for 401k savings, which I wouldn’t dare touch.) I had disappointingly little to show for years of hard work—unless you count an exceptional set of premature under-eye wrinkles and one masterfully curated costume collection:

   

(Keeping broke and busy, 2008-2013)

This made the moment extra-sweet. My shit was together and I stood ready to quit a job that I hated. My boss sat across from me in a conference room as I broke the news. He cocked his head to the left and looked me dead in the eyes, surprised by the words about to leave his own mouth:

“Is this why you’ve been eating… trash?”

“Yes. This is why I have been eating trash.” He took another few seconds to digest.

“Is this why the guys call you Dumpster Dog?”

“Yes. That is why.”

My boss wasn’t exactly surprised by the news, my unhappiness long palpable. He just hadn’t realized that my one foot out the door was in direct alliance with the hand on my colleague’s half-eaten burrito. Awash with a new understanding of my curious behavior over the previous eight months, but still at a loss for words, he awkwardly commended my dedication—he had personally witnessed me pull food from the garbage twice.

Hey, thanks for noticing, Boss.

Eight months earlier, I decided that I wanted to quit. But without money, I was tethered to the job. Perhaps luckily for me, that place and its fluorescent lights and corporate dick-sucking crushed my soul so hard that a dramatic move was the only hope for restoring élan vital. My other option was drinking to death.

Considering my disdain for the field, I determined that travel and reevaluation made more sense than hopping to another job I hated. My goal was to leave within 6-8 months with at least $20,000. It was going to be a mighty challenge on my 27-year-old’s salary, but not undoable.

Now, my journey down the path of restricted consumption didn’t begin with pizza crusts and restaurant leftovers (to be clear, not my leftovers); I kick-started my savings plan with more obvious methods of pocketbook tightening: No more shopping and no more ridiculous social life.

Shopping had to go. No more spending money on things. I had plenty of things. Quitting shopping cold turkey is hard as hell to do—it’s an act from which we are conditioned to derive pleasure. This is particularly the case for us ladies, who are trained by advertisers, celebrities, corporations, society, et al. to believe that without the latest, hottest styles and most expensive beauty/anti-aging regimens, ain’t no cowboy’ll ever wanna touch our cooters.

I strained clear my social calendar. This one stung like Wild Turkey 101 in the open wound of a party injury, but was essential. I wasn’t going to stop meeting my friends out for beers, but I had to quit the weekly concerts, Giants games, and waking up with $300 charges on my card after wild nights at the Boom Boom Room. I skipped all group trips, out-of-town celebrations and bachelorettes, and missed my ten-year high school reunion.

Further, there were no haircuts, no gym membership, no coffee, and I would stretch time between laundry loads for months on end (okay fine that wasn’t new). Still, I was scared that it wouldn’t be enough. I asked my best friend at the firm for some advice. Lisa, who was pregnant at age seventeen and is currently raising a daughter all on her own, is one scrappy motherfucker. I told her my goal and my timeline, and here’s the sage-as-hell piece of advice she gave to me:

“Mandi,” she said. “You just need to get in there and eat some fucking trash.”

Like a cold falafel wrap clobbered across my cheekbone, the idea hit me hard. It… was… BRILLIANT. Lisa adduced the obvious: I worked with hundreds of finance dudes, and on the net, these guys buy way more food than they can physically consume. Instead of spending my own money on breakfast and lunches, she encouraged me to gobble up their excess instead. I was vaguely aware of the “living off the excess of others” and “freegan” movements but never thought to apply their principles to my own life and attempt at saving money. I was totally in. And so:

I eliminated spending money on food, as much as I could, without going hungry. It wasn’t long before I had taken on the challenge as personal for several reasons. First, I wanted out of that place so bad that eating debris didn’t seem that weird to me. Second, Americans are shitty-little-asshole wasters when it comes to food consumption, and the office place is a breeding ground for this behavior. It was a duel pleasure to work towards my savings goal and take the tiniest personal stand against excess in an industry that so often celebrates it.

(My company was NOT one of these Silicon Valley joints that offered free food. Hell no. It was not Google, there were no snacks. There was drip coffee and a good 401k match, but definitely not snacks.)

To pull this off, I first conducted a series of company-wide scouting reports. I learned what departments did potluck breakfast on what days, and kept the bimonthly fridge clean-out schedule printed out on my desk. Every other Friday evening, I’d mosey into the kitchen just a few minutes before the janitors and collect my bounty. Hot tip: Check the company fridge, it is a straight graveyard of forgotten Greek yogurts in there! I survived many a weekend on abandoned Choibanis.

Not long into my lifestyle change, I let a few of my work buddies in on the challenge. They were incredible, generous in both spirit and half-sandwich. By the end, some of the guys were so interested in my small socioeconomic experiment that they would go out of their way to share with me, totally unprompted. I learned that some people just love to share! Those are the people to be friends with, anyway. The week before I quit, I came back from a meeting and was greeted by a large, greasy, brown bag sitting on my desk. Inside were fifty chicken wings. There was no note, but I knew who they were from.

Nourishment for the week.

Every Friday, these same guys went to an all-you-can-eat pizza buffet. I wanted to join, but couldn’t because I wasn’t spending money. They’d vow to smuggle a few pieces out for me—but it’s basically easier to sneak a switchblade into the Pentagon than it is to pack away to-go slices at a suburban Round Table Pizza during buffet hours. Despite the overwhelming risks, they’d slide a couple o’ buttery breadsticks into the pockets of their business trousers so that I too could enjoy a warm lunch. (This post is dedicated to my Breadstick Boyz and all my FI guys, you know who you are.)

They fondly referred to the Round Table contraband, and eventually to me, as Trash Sticks. If they weren’t calling me Trash Sticks, it was Dumpster Dog, and they still call me Dumpster Dog ‘til this day. It’s so nice. I feel that it really suits me. (For more on why see my About page.)

The day I put in my two-week notice goes down as one of the best in my life. Feeling that financial freedom is a high that can’t be matched by any drug (I tried) or drink (I tried) or material purchase (I tried). I had an inkling that the short-term sacrifices would be worth it, but the euphoria I felt far exceeded my expectations.

Six months into my money-saving journey, my full-court press savings style allowed me to surpass my $20,000 goal, and it was lookin’ closer to $26,000. Selling my car put me at over $30,000. I put my two weeks in on August 1st and was on the road to New Orleans by August 19th.

[cue “Who Let the Dawgs Out” j/k please don’t do that]

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The Dumpster Dog out of her cage and on the loose!

I mostly tell you this story because it’s silly and I want you to know the origin of Dumpster Dog since it is now the name of my scrappiness-and-truthfulness-themed finance blog! But if you were going to walk away from this dog tale with a few bones to chew on, I’d like these to be them:

Getting people to buy you food is not a real cost-cutting measure, and I don’t suggest it for anyone. That would be dumb (although… I hear Tinder is good for that). The reality is, there are specific situational reasons it worked for me (e.g. it didn’t hurt that I was one of like, three females in a department of 200). More so, my hope is that—if you struggle to save enough—this story inspires you to reexamine the ways you spend money without even realizing it. I’ll be the first to admit that money used to fall out of me like a loose shit after a night of whiskey drinking, but to change my life I had to, well, change my life. I got creative and it was totally worth it.

Great things are possible if you’re able to take a fair look at the way materialism keeps us from achieving our financial goals. Materialism is the elephant in the room that no financial advisor wants to touch, but we must! You’ll hear me say this a lot, but the less we spend, the more money we save. The more money we save, the less we have to work. To me, I want money because I want freedom. I want experiences. And every time I buy an $80 blouse, I am farther from my goal of being free. It’s hard to practice this every day, and I don’t always succeed. But if you really believe it to be true, sacrifice and saving become much more tolerable.

Clearly, what I did was small in scale and for just a short period. Saving for something huge like retirement requires the stamina and resolve of about twenty Dumpster Dogs! Still, I hope that you can see how the Dumpster Dog mindset is useful for long-term saving. So while I am NOT suggesting that you backstroke through bear claws in the dumpster behind the local bakery (although, that would be kind of awesome), I AM suggesting that making some short-term material sacrifices will undoubtedly result in longer-term happiness. Whether you are working to pay off debt, buy a home, save for retirement, or start a business, I encourage you to keep on. The things that matter are rarely the material things sacrificed and reward does come.

Soon, I’ll post some ideas on how to utilize a toned-down version of my savings system, or as I like to call it, “Dumpster Dogging.” Don’t worry, I won’t tell you to take a bite of your coworker’s sando when he’s not looking (unless you want to, could be fun?). This is a more practical guide to living the Dumpster Dog lifestyle, one where saving happens fast and you don’t even have to budget. *Update* How To Be a Dumpster Dog: A NEW and DIFFERENT saving solution. 

Until next time, and cheers! Your friendly neighborhood Dumpster Doggie <3

 

24 thoughts on “How I Became the Dumpster Dog (or, How I Saved $30,000 in 8 Months)”

  1. Thanks for sharing! While cutting all those things out, the fact that that means 8 months of traveling is pretty incredible.

    1. amanda.l.holden@gmail.com

      I saved for eight months, and traveled for a year! The money actually lasted me almost 18 months before I went back to work 🙂

  2. Thanks for the backstory… I mean, I was definitely wondering about the name! This is good inspiration and super applicable to me at this very moment in life.

    1. amanda.l.holden@gmail.com

      Mar! Thanks for the note. I’d love to hear what’s going on with you/your life!

  3. Entertaining story and practical advice. Spending is addicting. This is a good reminder to slow my roll with the ole credit card and the little victories will add up – thank you!

    1. amanda.l.holden@gmail.com

      You take one innocent stroll down Union Street and all of the sudden you’ve got a pair of boyfriend jeans from GAP (they were on sale!), a $90 distressed white tee from Brandy Melville, some $15 fish tacos from Pacific Catch, and me head-sized rice krispie treat from Blue Barn and you’ve spent an enough to live in Mexico for three weeks. I’ve been there!

  4. “I want money because I want freedom. I want experiences. And every time I buy an $80 blouse, I am farther from my goal of being free.” Mandy- you just gave me my new mantra! Every unnecessary thing I buy sets me back and changing my perspective to evaluate material objects in that way is completely liberating. Keep the mantras coming D Dog!

  5. This is great info & very inspiring! Trying to save to buy a house now. After examining my finances & seeing how much I spend eating at restaurants, it terrified me! While I’m definitely not going to give that up completely, I’m going to cut back on it & other little things (like my addiction to shopping on Amazon).

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  9. Wow I mean, this is a great story. But I don’t really understand the point of stealing food from buffets except for the mild shock factor. Have you considered how much money you saved from dumpster diving when compared to cooking?

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  11. Have you ever thought of car or van living? Look for Bob Wells on YouTube. He makes it all so easy. There are company’s that want these kinds of people working for them. A big one is Amazon! I am working my way toward this someday. Hopefully less than 10 years. 🙂

  12. Wow, what a great story, I love it! Plus you have an attitude and half!
    There was a time about 26 years ago I ate rice. That was it for something like two or three months. I have brown rice in the house, and that was what I ate. I was tight on money and I ate brown rice. The taste of brown rice depends on the reason I am eating it. For the goal I had at the time… sell the house and move to the West coast… namely, get the hell out of Dodge… so trying to minimize expenses until someone took the bait and bought the elephant… Anyway that was those many years ago.
    Back to real life… namely Now… I stopped working or retired… a few months ago.. love every second of not working. I can tell you the truth, which is what I tell people when they ask how am I: BEING RETIRED IS BETTER THAN NOT BEING RETIRED. Having more fun that you can shake a stick at. My journey is here: https://smileifyoudare.com

  13. And another thing! No one can shut me up, BWA-HA-HA-HA!!
    Maybe you know this but here is the Bible, the Beowolf, the fountainhead of Dumpster Diving:
    The Art and Science of Dumpster Diving. You can download here:
    http://www.raccoonsongs.com/Raccoon%20-%20Miscellany/Dumpster%20Diving%20book/Art%20&%20Science%20of%20Dumpster%20Diving.pdf

    but I’ll bet you already know everything in it.

    But here is something else: This person is a professional dumpster diver (not food as far as I can tell), just picks up garbage and sells it. For a living. A wonderful blog too:
    https://garbagefinds.com/
    Have more fun!

  14. Love your story! Cant imagine that anyone would spend that much on food though. I get it includes social outings and the like but that just seems like an extraordinarily large ampunt of money to spend on food and drink alone. I feed 7 people and don’t spend 77 bucks per week on food let alone per day on just myself. Despite my failure to this type of spending as a possibility in someone else reality I find it commendable that you were dedicated to escaping the mundane and making these sacrifices. A lot is to be learned from your story. Hope your year traveling was more amazing than any meal ever 🙂

  15. Funny story but well done. I do suspect that a few janitors missed getting their “perks of the job” yogurt etc. though in the process. Before I took off to Italy and Greece for a few months, several years ago, I determined that $1000 dollars for the trip would come from recycling bottles and cans. I had to really hustle to get that …..it took a year. Now I am not so dedicated but still get $250 or so a year from collecting bottles and cans while out walking and that will at least pay for a week in Cambodia.

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